So, I've been resistant to the whole "grass-fed beef" thing because well... I'm not very well off. My husband makes $5 less and hour than he did last year and make no overtime at all. I make about $.50 more and hour and that does not, by any means make up for what we lost. Our main bills were far less than what we made, and we were horrible about eating out. We literally ate out all the time. If we had loose money it went to some business that fed us tasty food that helped us pack on over 60 pounds each... and even more for me--especially after I had our daughter.
So, needless to say we're scraping our bottoms over the poverty line. I haven't bothered with trying to get food stamps because our area has highly prejudiced people working there, and they ultimately decide how much you're going to get. Being married to my child's father, having a mortgage, and a car note pretty much means they'd only give me $13 a month. I kid you not on the $13. I literally had a lady tell me that she gets $13. That's it. I was floored.
Needless to say. I'm not going to waste my time at the EBT office. I could probably qualify for wic, but with my family cutting out dairy, peanut butter, and grains... well... $6 in fruit or veggies isn't going to do me much by way of favors. I find it mildly upsetting that government assistant only lets you buy heavily processed juices, grains, and legumes... but whatever. I won't eat it, so there is no point in applying.
Anyway, back to the grass fed beef.
I was looking up prices for it to see if it was remotely affordable, and places like Tender Grass farms are likely to never be in my price range.. unless I finish my science fantasy series and then make millions off of them. This could take a while. I even found some slightly (and I do mean slightly) less expensive places, and wondered if ranch cubes ruin the grass fed lable.
My mother's family has cattle that live and (sometimes) die on their pastures. It has never been a "for profit" business. They had a grocery store and a convenience store, and they literally only sold their cattle to keep them from draining their resources and when the herds got too large. My pawpaw (since papa doesn't describe how we said it) could walk up to any and all of his cattle and pet them. If I spent about an hour outside with them, over half would let me pet them. I played tag with their calves, and enjoyed bottle feeding the rejected twin and the orphan calves.
I even got to help in a breech birth and tried to nurse the mother back to health. Sadly she passed, however, and her calf, Molly, was raised on the bottle with her male calf friends Roach 1 and Roach 2. They were so adorable. They were rejected by their mothers and my granny bought them to bring in some extra something into the herds.
So that led me wondering to how much my uncle would charge me if I wanted to butcher one of the bovines he is going to sell. I don't have a place to keep a whole carcass, however. I'd definitely have to get a few people to buy in with me and split the meat up.
I also have to get up the courage to ask.
Yowzer.
Anyway! Happy 4th to anyone that stumbles on this place! I know I haven't been checkin' out my blog so I have gotten some page views. Take care!
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